C727 Ingenious Zheng Ji!

In the dense forest.

Zheng Feiyue held onto a spear, his hand holding onto a magic tattoo, his expression was gloomy.

"Open!"

With an explosive shout, the magic pattern was split into two halves, but that was not the end. Under the control of Zheng Feiyue's mind, it gradually split into three halves.

Ta.

With a light sound, the third magic tattoo split up with difficulty